Medical Tea

It did not taste as repulsive as I thought and I cannot even pick up any traces of her saliva; it's like it just dissolved into the tea. Focusing up, I look at her face; her eyes are closed and she has this very concentrated expression on display. “What is this tea supposed to do anyway?”

Suddenly there was this pain on the left side of my head. “What is this overwhelming sensation? It doesn’t feel like pain derived from injuries, no this feels like overstimulation.” I fall to my knees, my eyes shut tightly with tears flowing down my cheeks and my hands are in my hair pulling as hard as possible in an effort to feel the regular pain and not this ****. Then bliss, it was gone. The smile I displayed on my face was one of relief and I stayed on my knees for a moment to just relish in this bliss. It started up again, this time on the right side. “FUCK!!!!!! It hurts, what is happening, someone help me.” This second iteration is taking longer than the last. Blank.

“Why are they hitting me? Stop! Stop! It hurts. I didn’t do anything wrong. Please.” I feel the tears running down my face and then…. Blank. I come to, walking around in the marketplace, I am on a mission to get ingredients for the rest of this week. A gust of wind blew my red locks onto my face and I had to brush it behind my ear. Suddenly I am pushed into an alleyway, falling to the ground face first. Looking behind me I saw five men standing over me with disgusted looks on their faces. I know what’s coming, they kick me, hurl insults my way and express their distaste for me walking around in their town. I think they are going to **** me, then something snapped in my head.

She kicked the one getting on top of me and scrambled away while pulling the knife from the bag to defend us. They looked amused and resumed their ****. In this fight or flight situation, She went to work; however the lack of experience was apparent by the very primal display of fighting. She slashed and cut, blood flowed, we are in pain but she hurt them too. Blank. I came to, I was in the alley surrounded by blood and corpses, for me that situation lasted an eternity however, in actuality it probably lasted a couple minutes. The guards arrived and viewed me as the perpetrator I assume. Blank

I woke up blinking my eyes open, she looks like an angel. Those eyes have trapped me in a state of admiration. I feel tears on my cheeks, this poor girl has gone through so much. Taking note of my surroundings, I realize that I am in the kitchen with my head in her lap. How can they treat a young woman like that? No matter the location humans will always choose discrimination when they are ignorant. “Stupid idiots!” I feel anger welling up in me. As if she sensed it she cooed in an attempt to soothe me I think. It worked to an extent and I looked her in the eyes again, “I am truly sorry you had to experience that, I wish I could have been there for you. Why did you help me even though people like me treated you that way?”

“I helped you because you needed help and you don’t need to feel sorry for me, I can take care of myself.” I was stunned, she understood me and even responded, what the hell kind of tea was that? She giggled. “Wait, did I say that out loud?” In my head I hear, “No you didn’t, silly.”